SoulMates2

There he stood.

In the middle of bustling streets of tourists infested Bayswater, observing her. As he had done on several occassions before.

The scent of freshly grounded coffee beans permeated the night air. Tempting him. If he could only take coffee, he would have been sipping in its' magnificent darkness. But his body was intolerant to caffeine. So, James settled on watching her instead.

Her, reading Cosmo and indulging in an icy Mocha Frappucino. In the middle of winter, no less.

Although James had just moved to London about three weeks ago, he could not fail to notice this girl. Not after Hans had pointed her to him on his first night there.

"That's the girl for you, mate," Hans had stated in all seriousness.

And James had laughed. Thinking it weird, that his new room mate, still a virtual stranger, had correctly pointed out his dream girl. She was his type alright. With her dark features and naturally tanned skin, she had a mysterious air about her. She was a definite contrast to James.

Blonde, blue eyed James with his brand of Australian surfer's hunkness. Amazingly though, he was without the ego of a man used to lusty stares from passing women. Oblivious as he was, watching her.

"Here's the doner kebab. I got you, your Loaded. Dude, you damn well read trash," James feigned a paternal act.

"Spare me this women's liberation shit. What's with that glaze... you stalked her again, didn't you, mate?"

"I don't need to. She's always at Starbucks. Frappucino in December. The girl's different."

"No shit. You've to talk to her one of these days if you want to get in her pants. You are already damn well obssessed."

Grinning, James tossed the magazine at Hans and headed towards his room. A second later found Hans sneaking out of the two bed-roomed flat, leaving the kebab for stray cats.